Teal'c: Colonel O'Neill, there appears to be a mothership in orbit around your world. Shall I fire upon it?
O'Neill: Is it Go'a'uld?
Teal'c: No...
O'Neill: Good...
Teal'c: *raises eyebrow* It is much, MUCH worse. It is populated with beings who would blather on endlessly about being unable to land, about criticisms of your system of government, your economy, your society, about all the ways that they would help you if only you would raise and make available to them inconceivable amounts of monetary resources...until, at last, you, your race, the Tauri would be forced to destroy itself if only to escape this species' neverending nonsensical yammering.
O'Neill: What are you waiting for??? Fire! Fire!!!
*Teal'c slams Starship Capricorn with overwhelming energy bolts. It explodes in a rain of shredded aluminum spacesuits and orange wigs*
Teal'c: The ship has been destroyed. Their last transmission was strange.
Unfortunately, they are using a dialect that would be unpronouncable in your language.
O'Neill: What did they say?
Teal'c: Essentially, Colonel O'Neill, they said, "Told you so!"